Friday, April 6, 2018

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We are very fond of Turlough O'Carolan in this family - as are so many other families with Irish ties.Thank you for this version of one of his early pieces. And of course, also for your pictures and the sounds of the early morning.

Much has been written about O'Carolan and his hard life but I especially cherish the biography "Turlough" by Brian Keenan, an exceptional individual in his own right.

Loved hearing the birds and the O'Carolan. I play quite a few of his pieces on my various instruments. There is an uillean pipe player in my area who enjoys playing O'Carolan, and also a classical guitarist who does as well, so that inspires a bit.

bev -- So good to hear from you at this time and to know that you continue to play your instruments. Music has a mysterious power, doesn't it? I have been playing my autoharp during this time when I don't feel like doing much else. This was the last week of my Richard's life in 2008. I have not had much to say as the 10-year anniversary of his death approaches on April 20. As I have closed my Facebook account, it is wonderful to see that you still visit my blog.

hello, am -- I've been in a quiet mode lately. I still visit a few blogs -- yours being one of them -- but don't comment as mush as i should. I should also get back to posting on my blog instead of on FB, but it does take more time to put together blog posts. Perhaps this summer after i get feeling more settled and caught up with life. This past few months have been sort of difficult. Yes, ten years for Don too. It's actually been sort of odd to contemplate -- a decade of carrying on alone. Music is still very much a part of my life. I find it very relaxing to play any of my instruments -- I often lie on the bed playing my tenor banjo in the dark. After a couple of years of not playing the fiddle because I was caring for my mom, I have picked it up again recently, and am helping a friend with their playing once a week. Glad you are still keeping up with your blog. I hope all is going relatively well. I'm doing okay -- just sort of trying to find my place again after being away for well over a year. take care.

Oboe in late April 2018

How can I be useful, of what service can I be? There is something inside me, what can it be? -- Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890)

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The photograph currently at the top of my blog was taken on May 8, 2016, at West Beach in Deception Pass State Park in Island County of Washington State. For years after leaving Northern California in 1973, I had a recurring dream that there was an ocean beach not too far south of Bellingham. My joy at discovering that beach in my dreams was offset by my grief that no such beach existed when I woke up. On May 8, 2016, I visited West Beach for the first time with a friend who also grew up in Northern California. West Beach is the beach I dreamed about for so many years. May 8, 2016, was the 29th anniversary of the beginning of my healing in connection with bulimia, anorexia, alcoholism, and the beginning of actively using the creative gifts I had been born with. On May 8, 1987, I spent the entire day driving south on Highway 1, frequently gazing at the Pacific Ocean from Mendocino County to Santa Cruz County when the ocean was visible from the road.

"OLD GIRL OF THE NORTH COUNTRY" (the earliest name for my blog) came to life in early December of 2006 so that I could post a 42-year retrospective of my paintings and drawings and through that action, create a new relationship with the day the man I loved returned from Vietnam in December 1970. For a while (sometime after spring of 2008, which is when he died) my blog was "TALKING 37TH DREAM WITH RAINBOW (RUMORS OF PEACE)". For a number of years, it's been "TALKING 37TH DREAM (RUMORS OF PEACE)." As of April 12, 2017 my blog is now titled "37TH DREAM / TALKING 37TH DREAM (RUMORS OF PEACE/LOOKING UP)".

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